20-01-2026, 06:25 PM
(This post was last modified: 21-01-2026, 12:36 AM by doodhwale_bhaiya. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
Maan Singh’s mouth was latched onto Komal’s right breast, sucking with greedy pulls, tongue swirling around the stiff nipple while his hips drove upward in slow, deep thrusts. The wet sounds of their joining filled the room—slap… squelch… suck… moan…
Suddenly he released the tit with a loud, wet pop, the nipple glistening and red. He yanked her down by the neck, crashing their lips together in a messy, hungry smooch—tongues sliding, teeth clashing, saliva mixing as he tasted his own wife’s milk on her breath.
He broke the kiss just enough to growl against her lips, voice rough with lust.
“Aaahhh… Komal… you are so tasty…”
Komal’s eyes fluttered, a shiver running through her. She dove back in, kissing him fiercely—deep, filthy, moaning into his mouth—then pulled away just enough to guide her left breast to his waiting lips.
She sank down hard on his cock, pussy clenching around his thick shaft, and whispered breathlessly,
“Aaahhh… I have also given Jeevdhatu to Bhola… mmmphhh… and Ghrunaspad… to be given to her husband…”
Maan Singh’s eyes darkened. He popped the left nipple out with brutal force—teeth grazing, making Komal squirm and cry out in sharp pleasure-pain. He grabbed both breasts, squeezing them together until the nipples touched, then bit down on both at once—hard, possessive bites that made her back arch.
“Aaahhh… Babuji… aaaahhh… stop… patience… aaaahhh!” Komal whimpered, hips stuttering as pain and pleasure blurred.
Maan Singh released the bite just enough to speak, voice thick.
“So your plan is to…”
Komal nodded frantically, riding him harder.
“Aaahhh… yes, Babuji… aaaahhh…”
He thrust up viciously, hands gripping her ass cheeks, spreading them wide.
“Do you also want Bhola to fuck you?”
Komal blushed crimson, even as her pussy clenched tighter around him.
“Aaahhh… I am already over-subscribed by you… and your one son… aaaahhh… if both your sons start fucking me… I will perish…”
Maan Singh laughed low, dark, then pulled her down again, sucking both nipples in turn—small, sharp bites punctuating each pull.
“Aaahhh… you are my family cow… mmmphhh… your hunger I know is unquenchable… but let him first get his thirst quenched… then you can have him…”
He drove deeper, hips snapping up faster.
“Aaahhh… Bhola has the biggest cock of us… I hope you know that…”
Komal’s walls gripped him like a vise at those words—her body betraying her instant reaction. She cried out, hips grinding wildly.
Maan Singh felt it, grinned wickedly, and fucked her harder—long, punishing strokes that made her breasts bounce wildly.
Maan Singh’s thick cock plunged deep into Komal’s dripping pussy with a wet, obscene squelch—slap-slap-slap—each powerful thrust making her heavy breasts bounce wildly, nipples grazing his chest before he captured one in his hungry mouth again.
“Aaahhh… Babuji… harder… aaaahhh!” Komal moaned, hips grinding down to meet him, her slick walls gripping him like a vice.
The room echoed with filthy sounds: the loud smack of flesh on flesh, the wet slurp of her pussy swallowing him to the hilt, her anklets jingling in frantic rhythm—chink-chink-chink—every time she rose and fell.
Maan Singh growled around her nipple, teeth grazing the stiff peak—pop—before sucking harder, the suction pulling a sharp “Aaaahhh!” from her throat.
He switched tits, popping the other nipple free with a wet smack, then bit down just enough to make her squirm—pain and pleasure blurring as her pussy clenched tighter.
“Take it… aaaahhh… take every inch…” he grunted, hips snapping up faster—slap-slap-slap—cock pistoning deep, balls slapping against her ass with heavy thwacks.
Komal cried out, voice breaking— “Aaahhh… yes… fill me… aaaahhh!” —her juices coating his shaft, dripping down to soak the sheets beneath them in a glistening mess.
The bed creaked under their wild rhythm, moans rising louder— “Aaaahhh… fuck… aaaahhh!” —until both shattered together in a shuddering, screaming climax, her pussy spasming around him as he flooded her depths with hot, thick ropes of cum.
“Aaahhh… have patience… you can have him… but let him mature first… aaaahhh… but I am surprised we got such a rare breed in Simran… find out if there are more women in her family… Bhola would need more than one cow… and even I plan to include one more cow in my stable…”
Komal’s eyes flared with heat at his words. She bent down, crashing her mouth against his in a desperate, sloppy smooch—tongues tangling, moans swallowed—then straightened up and started fucking him like a woman possessed.
Her hips slammed down—fast, brutal, pussy swallowing his cock to the hilt with every descent. The wet slap of flesh on flesh echoed louder—slap-slap-slap—her ass cheeks rippling with each impact, breasts bouncing wildly, nipples grazing his chest.
“Aaahhh… Babuji… aaaahhh… yes… give it to me… aaaahhh!”
Maan Singh gripped her waist, thrusting up to meet her, cock pistoning deep, hitting her cervix with every stroke.
“Aaahhh… take it… take it all… aaaahhh!”
They came together—explosive, shattering.
Komal’s pussy clamped down like a fist, spasming wildly as she screamed, squirting hard around his cock, soaking his groin and the sheets beneath them.
“AAAAAHHHH… BABUJI… COMING… aaaahhh!”
Maan Singh roared, hips bucking as he erupted inside her—thick ropes of cum flooding her depths, pulse after pulse, filling her until it leaked out around his shaft in creamy rivulets.
They collapsed—sweaty, trembling, hearts hammering—Komal sprawled across his chest, his cock still twitching inside her, both gasping for breath.
The room smelled of sex, sweat, and satisfaction.
Komal lay dbangd across Maan Singh’s chest, both of them still catching their breath, his cock softening slowly inside her. She traced lazy circles on his skin with her fingertip, then lifted her head, eyes glinting with mischief.
“You have fucked me so many times now, Babuji… I wonder if your son knows about it or not.”
Maan Singh chuckled low, hand sliding down to squeeze her ass cheek possessively.
“Don’t worry about it. Jay knows his place. And even if he suspects… he won’t say a word.”
He ran his thumb along the curve of her hip, voice dropping.
“I wonder, inspite of fucking you for so long… your pussy is still as tight as a virgin pussy. Gripping me like the first time every single day.”
Komal smiled wickedly, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to his lips.
“Aren’t you satisfied destroying my pussy every other day… that you now want my imaginary sister also?”
She reached down, wrapping her fingers around his spent cock—still thick even soft—and lifted it to her mouth, kissing the glistening head softly.
“Don’t worry… we found another stock from the same breed. Hopefully Simran has a sister.”
Maan Singh’s eyes darkened with hunger.
“Or mother.”
He grabbed both her breasts, squeezing them together, thumbs brushing the still-hard nipples.
“Your breed doesn’t get saggy at all. Trust me and remember my words—when you reach 60, these will still look up, proud and full. The Jeevdhatu and your genes are a deadly combination.”
He turned her around roughly, positioning her on all fours, and delivered a sharp smack to her ass—loud, stinging, leaving a red handprint blooming on the creamy flesh.
“Now go get ready. Jay would be back in an hour. Make a tea for me.”
Komal bit her lower lip, slipping a finger between her teeth in a playful, coy gesture, then stood—naked, glowing, ass swaying hypnotically as she walked away, anklets chiming softly with every step.
“Bhola… Bhola!”
Simran’s voice floated down from the bedroom. Bhola hurried upstairs, wiping his hands on the edge of his kurta. He found the door ajar; Simran stood frozen beside the open drawer where her panties and bras were neatly arranged—except one red thong was missing.
Suddenly he released the tit with a loud, wet pop, the nipple glistening and red. He yanked her down by the neck, crashing their lips together in a messy, hungry smooch—tongues sliding, teeth clashing, saliva mixing as he tasted his own wife’s milk on her breath.
He broke the kiss just enough to growl against her lips, voice rough with lust.
“Aaahhh… Komal… you are so tasty…”
Komal’s eyes fluttered, a shiver running through her. She dove back in, kissing him fiercely—deep, filthy, moaning into his mouth—then pulled away just enough to guide her left breast to his waiting lips.
She sank down hard on his cock, pussy clenching around his thick shaft, and whispered breathlessly,
“Aaahhh… I have also given Jeevdhatu to Bhola… mmmphhh… and Ghrunaspad… to be given to her husband…”
Maan Singh’s eyes darkened. He popped the left nipple out with brutal force—teeth grazing, making Komal squirm and cry out in sharp pleasure-pain. He grabbed both breasts, squeezing them together until the nipples touched, then bit down on both at once—hard, possessive bites that made her back arch.
“Aaahhh… Babuji… aaaahhh… stop… patience… aaaahhh!” Komal whimpered, hips stuttering as pain and pleasure blurred.
Maan Singh released the bite just enough to speak, voice thick.
“So your plan is to…”
Komal nodded frantically, riding him harder.
“Aaahhh… yes, Babuji… aaaahhh…”
He thrust up viciously, hands gripping her ass cheeks, spreading them wide.
“Do you also want Bhola to fuck you?”
Komal blushed crimson, even as her pussy clenched tighter around him.
“Aaahhh… I am already over-subscribed by you… and your one son… aaaahhh… if both your sons start fucking me… I will perish…”
Maan Singh laughed low, dark, then pulled her down again, sucking both nipples in turn—small, sharp bites punctuating each pull.
“Aaahhh… you are my family cow… mmmphhh… your hunger I know is unquenchable… but let him first get his thirst quenched… then you can have him…”
He drove deeper, hips snapping up faster.
“Aaahhh… Bhola has the biggest cock of us… I hope you know that…”
Komal’s walls gripped him like a vise at those words—her body betraying her instant reaction. She cried out, hips grinding wildly.
Maan Singh felt it, grinned wickedly, and fucked her harder—long, punishing strokes that made her breasts bounce wildly.
Maan Singh’s thick cock plunged deep into Komal’s dripping pussy with a wet, obscene squelch—slap-slap-slap—each powerful thrust making her heavy breasts bounce wildly, nipples grazing his chest before he captured one in his hungry mouth again.
“Aaahhh… Babuji… harder… aaaahhh!” Komal moaned, hips grinding down to meet him, her slick walls gripping him like a vice.
The room echoed with filthy sounds: the loud smack of flesh on flesh, the wet slurp of her pussy swallowing him to the hilt, her anklets jingling in frantic rhythm—chink-chink-chink—every time she rose and fell.
Maan Singh growled around her nipple, teeth grazing the stiff peak—pop—before sucking harder, the suction pulling a sharp “Aaaahhh!” from her throat.
He switched tits, popping the other nipple free with a wet smack, then bit down just enough to make her squirm—pain and pleasure blurring as her pussy clenched tighter.
“Take it… aaaahhh… take every inch…” he grunted, hips snapping up faster—slap-slap-slap—cock pistoning deep, balls slapping against her ass with heavy thwacks.
Komal cried out, voice breaking— “Aaahhh… yes… fill me… aaaahhh!” —her juices coating his shaft, dripping down to soak the sheets beneath them in a glistening mess.
The bed creaked under their wild rhythm, moans rising louder— “Aaaahhh… fuck… aaaahhh!” —until both shattered together in a shuddering, screaming climax, her pussy spasming around him as he flooded her depths with hot, thick ropes of cum.
“Aaahhh… have patience… you can have him… but let him mature first… aaaahhh… but I am surprised we got such a rare breed in Simran… find out if there are more women in her family… Bhola would need more than one cow… and even I plan to include one more cow in my stable…”
Komal’s eyes flared with heat at his words. She bent down, crashing her mouth against his in a desperate, sloppy smooch—tongues tangling, moans swallowed—then straightened up and started fucking him like a woman possessed.
Her hips slammed down—fast, brutal, pussy swallowing his cock to the hilt with every descent. The wet slap of flesh on flesh echoed louder—slap-slap-slap—her ass cheeks rippling with each impact, breasts bouncing wildly, nipples grazing his chest.
“Aaahhh… Babuji… aaaahhh… yes… give it to me… aaaahhh!”
Maan Singh gripped her waist, thrusting up to meet her, cock pistoning deep, hitting her cervix with every stroke.
“Aaahhh… take it… take it all… aaaahhh!”
They came together—explosive, shattering.
Komal’s pussy clamped down like a fist, spasming wildly as she screamed, squirting hard around his cock, soaking his groin and the sheets beneath them.
“AAAAAHHHH… BABUJI… COMING… aaaahhh!”
Maan Singh roared, hips bucking as he erupted inside her—thick ropes of cum flooding her depths, pulse after pulse, filling her until it leaked out around his shaft in creamy rivulets.
They collapsed—sweaty, trembling, hearts hammering—Komal sprawled across his chest, his cock still twitching inside her, both gasping for breath.
The room smelled of sex, sweat, and satisfaction.
Komal lay dbangd across Maan Singh’s chest, both of them still catching their breath, his cock softening slowly inside her. She traced lazy circles on his skin with her fingertip, then lifted her head, eyes glinting with mischief.
“You have fucked me so many times now, Babuji… I wonder if your son knows about it or not.”
Maan Singh chuckled low, hand sliding down to squeeze her ass cheek possessively.
“Don’t worry about it. Jay knows his place. And even if he suspects… he won’t say a word.”
He ran his thumb along the curve of her hip, voice dropping.
“I wonder, inspite of fucking you for so long… your pussy is still as tight as a virgin pussy. Gripping me like the first time every single day.”
Komal smiled wickedly, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to his lips.
“Aren’t you satisfied destroying my pussy every other day… that you now want my imaginary sister also?”
She reached down, wrapping her fingers around his spent cock—still thick even soft—and lifted it to her mouth, kissing the glistening head softly.
“Don’t worry… we found another stock from the same breed. Hopefully Simran has a sister.”
Maan Singh’s eyes darkened with hunger.
“Or mother.”
He grabbed both her breasts, squeezing them together, thumbs brushing the still-hard nipples.
“Your breed doesn’t get saggy at all. Trust me and remember my words—when you reach 60, these will still look up, proud and full. The Jeevdhatu and your genes are a deadly combination.”
He turned her around roughly, positioning her on all fours, and delivered a sharp smack to her ass—loud, stinging, leaving a red handprint blooming on the creamy flesh.
“Now go get ready. Jay would be back in an hour. Make a tea for me.”
Komal bit her lower lip, slipping a finger between her teeth in a playful, coy gesture, then stood—naked, glowing, ass swaying hypnotically as she walked away, anklets chiming softly with every step.
“Bhola… Bhola!”
Simran’s voice floated down from the bedroom. Bhola hurried upstairs, wiping his hands on the edge of his kurta. He found the door ajar; Simran stood frozen beside the open drawer where her panties and bras were neatly arranged—except one red thong was missing.
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